The Tyrant

Death to those who call its name Burn its wings to make it tame Devastation is imminent when its tail is curled Salvation is needed to cast it from this world But even if it’s blasted away It will return another day Quietly, like a soothing disperse of smoke Lingering and waiting to choke With the Chains of Separation broke The desperation grows and the people cry As the Earth weeps, the Tyrant reaps It feeds on the sadness, the fear, the madness and tears It devours every flaw with a bleeding heart The devils dance in celebration while the vibration of victory shakes and bends the foundation and framing of Life itself So, shelving this knowledge, now you know that the Tyrant is a deathblow But you can show it way if you remain strong and hold your ground Only then will life and happiness be found So crown yourself with strength and cast the flaws Or else you will feel the Tyrant’s claws